This was Wild Horse Hill, the tallest point around for several miles. The soft sand anchored sage, soap weeds, the tall red and gold grasses, and bunches of sunflowers all drying now. When they were children she and Lizabeth had spent many summer afternoons searching out sand cherries and buffalo berries for jelly. Reaching the top of this hill had been one of Annie’s first challenges and signs of independence. It was her favorite place in all the earth, the center of her universe. Tears spattered her face before she topped the hill and once there, she flopped to the sand and gave way to unrelenting sobs. God, she missed her father. He was the only one who ever understood Annie’s love of the land and the red cattle. He knew Annie’s drive to be the best. He understood…everything. That his religion robbed them both of their love kicked at Annie’s insides like a bloody miscarriage. She jumped to her feet and screamed her rage to the Nebraska wind. She cursed whatever god or gods who fueled the insanity corrupting her life from her childhood until now.
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